Fight Club Novels & Stories

Who the fuck did he think he was? The Pit was a notorious underground fight club hidden in an old warehouse by the docks. It was the kind of place where snobby rich assholes came to watch poor bastards beat each other bloody for their entertainment. I parked my bike a block away and walked in through the side entrance, nodding at the bouncer who recognized me. I had visited this place once or twice during my younger days. The air inside was thick with sweat, blood, and cheap beer. The crowd roared as two fighters went at it in the makeshift ring in the center. I pushed through the bodies until I found a good vantage point near the back.

The dimly lit room was filled with the aroma of sweat, leather, and anticipation. Fifteen naked bodies were scattered around the wrestling mat, eagerly awaiting the main event of the evening. I, Melody Rivera, the reigning fuck fight champion, stood in the center of the ring, my toned muscles rippling beneath my bare skin. My opponent, a new challenger named Lex Lux, eyed me hungrily as he stretched his broad shoulders, his thick cock already hardening at the thought of conquering me.

Angela said in tears as she walked off the room. Charles hissed as he walked out of the building,he went straight into his black sporty car and drove out. Charles arrived at the club an hour after having a conversation with his staff Angela. He ordered for three bottles of their finest and most expensive wines. The club was specially meant for rich men who lived across town. The club was full of strippers who performed every single day. Charles eye was on a particular lady who was doing her stripping job. Charles drank himself to stupor. Immediately the stripper noticed he was drunk and that he couldn't possibly resist her ,she made her way through the crowd

My ribs ached where he'd cracked me good, but fuck, that only made my cock twitch harder in my shorts. This underground fight club was my church, and nights like this, when the line between beating the shit out of someone and fucking them blurred, were my sacraments. Rocco spat blood onto the ground, his dark eyes locking onto mine with that feral glint. He was built like a goddamn tank...broad shoulders, thick thighs, tattoos snaking up his arms like warnings. I'd seen him fight before, watched him break jaws and egos, but tonight, I wanted to break something else.

Just another place where men came to vent their sleazy desires. Yes, the newly opened Fight Club in the lower level attracted a fair share of the revenue. Especially since one of the owners, a burly grey-haired man called Gaston St. Claire regularly participated in the fights. It was said that he took pleasure out of beating his opponents to a pulp in the ring. The man was taciturn and was known to be dangerous. In the week that I had been here, I had seen him just once, a cold-eyed cruel-looking man, built like a bull, a man who sent a shiver of fear down my spine. Shuddering, I had already decided to stay out of his way. Rumour had that he had killed men wit

They knew clashing with me would land them into a unnecessary bloodshed on a fair day let alone when I was pissed. And I was goddamn apoplectic today. I already tore down three training halls, dismantled fifty punching bags and sent my half-breed manager at Vilkas Corp. to the ER. Underground fight club was my ultimate choice. Nothing beat the pleasure of releasing aggression on raw flesh and self-healing bones, and I had enough rushing through my veins like rough vesicular lava ready to overflow and massacre the whole world down to ashes. Specifically, one man. Vicente Allard.

Engaging in a fierce fight, both girls clawed at each other, and in the struggle, Petta ended up cutting Faith from her elbow to her hand, causing her opponent to cry out in pain. "You did the same to me; if you're dishing it out, be prepared to take it in return," Faith remarked, as Petta lunged at her again. Faith swiftly flipped and delivered a powerful kick to Petta's back and then her head. Although Faith stumbled briefly, she quickly regained her balance, facing a formidable opponent. I was unsure how Faith would emerge victorious, given the other girl's strength and skill.

"Don't gamble with your life just because you're pissed at Kevin! Get rid of that thing from God knows where, now!" I looked at the screen full of warnings and replied, "You're overthinking it. I didn't fight him. Am I the type to vent with violence?" The typing indicator on her end paused for a long time before a new message popped up: "Then how, exactly, did you blow off steam last night?" I replied nonchalantly, "Let's just say... the most primal way." We both fell silent. The underground fight club was a meat grinder with no rules. It was filled with undocumented people with nowhere else to go and abandoned kids who'd been sold off.

Donna suddenly remembered Zara's flawless face, causing her confidence to falter slightly. Quickly changing the subject, she said, "The important information I mentioned involves an underground fight club in Fantadio. It's about the lives of thousands of people." Felix was puzzled. Underground fight clubs were everywhere in Dragonia, shady and hidden from the public eye. Sure, deaths happened occasionally, but thousands of lives at stake sounded absurd. Donna continued, "The fight club I'm talking about isn't like the ones you've heard of. This one involves human fighters going up against Malevole

I didn’t care if his gaze made my stomach dance in a fiery pirouette, I needed answers. Ryker leaned against his desk, his arms crossed, and his expression growing darker. “BlackWager Fight Club.” He started, watching me intently. “It’s the name of the place. I have this for a reason. Mason and Jake helped me establish this place. What you saw was not a fight for money. It was a fight for release.” “What kind of release? The fight was painful. What else would people do that for when it’s not for money?” I said, remembering how those two men threw and received the blows.